Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.